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Cartesio NPCs ([personal profile] cartesio) wrote in [community profile] cartesianism2018-11-02 09:09 pm

Week 5 - Trial



Week 5: Trial


      
Last time it was at dawn. Now it's at sunset. The Sergeant gave everyone plenty of time to investigate and gather evidence, and now that everyone entered the courtroom, he slammed his gavel.
"I can sense a few of you are feeling rather hostile. Remember you're in a courtroom, and you're being watched by everyone in town"

People's opinions of the visitors are already very low, but there's no need to feed them further with a brawl in the courtroom -- or so the Sergeant thinks. There are more podiums draped in black now. Five more people died, seventeen people are alive. How many will be left once the trial is over?

"This time we have three victims in total. Millium Orion, Cian Reikado, and Azura were the unfortunate victims last night, and now you shall debate and decide who is responsible for this.

These are your suspects. Vote for as many as you think are responsible for these crimes"


            


Let the trial begin.


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[Welcome to the trial! Please remember to cast your votes here!. Your deadline is 8:00 PM EST. Good luck!]
silvertongueheir: (I could be more)

[personal profile] silvertongueheir 2018-11-03 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She would never kill, or do anything in those missions to earn a medal.
relieable: (it was surprisingly therapeutic)

[personal profile] relieable 2018-11-03 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[he wants to be mad, and he is, to an extent. because Sakura would never want anyone to kill for her.

but there's a part of him that is really just heartbroken about the whole thing. fucking feelings, man]


...Idiot.
silvertongueheir: (I could be more)

[personal profile] silvertongueheir 2018-11-03 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah. Are those the same feelings that are bringing tears to his eyes? Fucking feelings, man.]

I am, aren't I? I accomplished nothing in the end...
relieable: (please shut up)

[personal profile] relieable 2018-11-03 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[he looks away, in the opposite direction of Franciscus' podium, and towards Millium's. he doesn't want to cry. he seems to come to a decision, but he'll say more later.

for now, he's silent, gritting his teeth, gripping his podium until his knuckles turn white]